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〃Not much to look at； if that's what you mean；〃 answered Madge。 〃Began life as a miner； I believe。 Looks like ending as Prime Minister。〃
〃I heard him at the Albert Hall last week；〃 said Flossie。 〃He's quite wonderful。〃
〃In what way？〃 questioned Joan。
〃Oh； you know；〃 explained Flossie。 〃Like a volcano compressed into a steam engine。〃
They discussed Joan's plans。 It looked as if things were going to be easy for her。
CHAPTER IV
Yet in the end it was Carleton who opened the door for her。
Mrs。 Denton was helpful； and would have been more so； if Joan had only understood。 Mrs。 Denton lived alone in an old house in Gower Street； with a high stone hall that was always echoing to sounds that no one but itself could ever hear。 Her son had settled； it was supposed； in one of the Colonies。 No one knew what had become of him； and Mrs。 Denton herself never spoke of him； while her daughter； on whom she had centred all her remaining hopes； had died years ago。 To those who remembered the girl； with her weak eyes and wispy ginger coloured hair； it would have seemed comical； the idea that Joan resembled her。 But Mrs。 Denton's memory had lost itself in dreams； and to her the likeness had appeared quite wonderful。 The gods had given her child back to her； grown strong and brave and clever。 Life would have a new meaning for her。 Her work would not die with her。
She thought she could harness Joan's enthusiasm to her own wisdom。 She would warn her of the errors and pitfalls into which she herself had fallen： for she； too； had started as a rebel。 Youth should begin where age left off。 Had the old lady remembered a faded dogs…eared volume labelled 〃Oddments〃 that for many years had rested undisturbed upon its shelf in her great library； and opening it had turned to the letter E； she would have read recorded there； in her own precise thin penmanship； this very wise reflection：
〃Experience is a book that all men write； but no man reads。〃
To which she would have found added； by way of complement； 〃Experience is untranslatable。 We write it in the cipher of our sufferings； and the key is hidden in our memories。〃
And turning to the letter Y； she might have read：
〃Youth comes to teach。 Age remains to listen；〃 and underneath the following：
〃The ability to learn is the last lesson we acquire。〃
Mrs。 Denton had long ago given up the practice of jotting down her thoughts； experience having taught her that so often； when one comes to use them； one finds that one has changed them。 But in the case of Joan the recollection of these twin 〃oddments〃 might have saved her disappointment。 Joan knew of a new road that avoided Mrs。 Denton's pitfalls。 She grew impatient of being perpetually pulled back。
For the Nursing Times she wrote a series of condensed biographies； entitled 〃Ladies of the Lamp；〃 commencing with Elizabeth Fry。 They formed a record of good women who had battled for the weak and suffering； winning justice for even the uninteresting。 Miss Lavery was delighted with them。 But when Joan proposed exposing the neglect and even cruelty too often inflicted upon the helpless patients of private Nursing Homes； Miss Lavery shook her head。
〃I know；〃 she said。 〃One does hear complaints about them。 Unfortunately it is one of the few businesses managed entirely by women； and just now； in particular； if we were to say anything； it would be made use of by our enemies to injure the Cause。〃
There was a summer years agoit came back to Joan's mindwhen she had shared lodgings with a girl chum at a crowded sea…side watering…place。 The rooms were shockingly dirty； and tired of dropping hints she determined one morning to clean them herself。 She climbed a chair and started on a row of shelves where lay the dust of ages。 It was a jerry…built house； and the result was that she brought the whole lot down about her head； together with a quarter of a hundred…weight of plaster。
〃Yes； I thought you'd do some mischief；〃 had commented the landlady； wearily。
It seemed typical。 A jerry…built world； apparently。 With the best intentions it seemed impossible to move in it without doing more harm than good to it； bringing things down about one that one had not intended。
She wanted to abolish steel rabbit…traps。 She had heard the little beggars cry。 It had struck her as such a harmless reform。 But they told her there were worthy people in the neighbourhood of Wolverhamptonquite a number of themwho made their living by the manufacture of steel rabbit…traps。 If； thinking only of the rabbits； you prohibited steel rabbit…traps； then you condemned all these worthy people to slow starvation。 The local Mayor himself wrote in answer to her article。 He drew a moving picture of the sad results that might follow such an ill…considered agitation： hundreds of grey…haired men； too old to learn new jobs； begging from door to door； shoals of little children； white…faced and pinched； sobbing women。 Her editor was sorry for the rabbits。 Had often spent a pleasant day with them himself。 But； after all； the Human Race claimed our first sympathies。
She wanted to abolish sweating。 She had climbed the rotting stairways； seen the famished creatures in their holes。 But it seemed that if you interfered with the complicated system based on sweating then you dislocated the entire structure of the British export clothing trade。 Not only would these poor creatures lose their admittedly wretched livingbut still a livingbut thousands of other innocent victims would also be involved in the common ruin。 All very sad； but half a loafor even let us frankly say a thin sliceis better than no bread at all。
She wanted board school children's heads examined。 She had examined one or two herself。 It seemed to her wrong that healthy children should be compelled to sit for hours within jumping distance of the diseased。 She thought it better that the dirty should be made fit company for the clean than the clean should be brought down to the level of the dirty。 It seemed that in doing this you were destroying the independence of the poor。 Opposition reformers； in letters scintillating with paradox； bristling with classical allusion； denounced her attempt to impose middle…class ideals upon a too long suffering proletariat。 Better far a few lively little heads than a broken…spirited people robbed of their parental rights。
Through Miss Lavery she obtained an introduction to the great Sir William。 He owned a group of popular provincial newspapers； and was most encouraging。 Sir William had often said to himself：
〃What can I do for God who has done so much for me？〃 It seemed only fair。
He asked her down to his 〃little place in Hampshire；〃 to talk plans over。 The 〃little place；〃 it turned out； ran to forty bedrooms； and was surrounded by three hundred acres of park。 God had evidently done his bit quite handsomely。
It was in a secluded corner of the park that Sir William had gone down upon one knee and gallantly kissed her hand。 His idea was that if she could regard herself as his 〃Dear Lady；〃 and allow him the honour and privilege of being her 〃True Knight；〃 that； between them； they might accomplish something really useful。 There had been some difficulty about his getting up again； Sir William being an elderly gentleman subject to rheumatism； and Joan had had to expend no small amount of muscular effort in assisting him； so that the episode which should have been symbolical ended by leaving them both red and breathless。
He referred to the matter again the same evening in the library while Lady William slept peacefully in the blue drawing…room； but as it appeared necessary that the compact should be sealed by a knightly kiss Joan had failed to ratify it。
She blamed herself on her way home。 The poor old gentleman could easily have been kept in his place。 The suffering of an occasional harmless caress would have purchased for her power and opportunity。 Had it not been somewhat selfish of her？ Should she write to him see him again？
She knew that she never would。 It was something apart from her reason。 It would not even listen to her。 It bade or forbade as if one were a child without any right to a will of one's own。 It was decidedly exasperating。
There were others。 There were the editors who frankly told her that the business of a newspaper was to write what its customers wanted to read； and that the public； so far as they could judge； was just about fed up with plans for New Jerusalems at their expense。 And the editors who were prepared to take up any number of reforms； insisting only that they should be new and original and promise popularity。
And then she met Greyson。
It was at a lunch given by Mrs。 Denton。 Greyson was a bachelor and lived with an unmarried sister； a few years older than himself。 He was editor and part proprietor of an evening paper。 It had ideals and was； in consequence； regarded by the general public with suspicion； but by reason of sincerity and braininess was rapidly becoming a power。 He was a shy； reserved man with an aristocratic head set upon stooping shoulders。 The face was that of a dreamer； but about the mouth there was suggestion of the fighter。 Joan felt at her eas